Spin again then fall and welcome slumber
then in sleep you stir as you remember
it was all in those grey and teary eyes
that refrained your jaw from saying lies
I bet enough to turn me broke and bound
it's all good til you can't make a sound.
"You see the thing you lack's determination,
who ever even needs the motivation?
don't you only crave aesthetics to be loud?
and hide and entertain them until you're found..."
Spin too much then fall who cares of slumber
I did wake you sir don't you remember
you give me those two grey and teary eyes
so I straighten up and say my lines
I have enough to rent the throne and crown
it's all good since you can't make a sound.